House Sitting_(2)

My name is Jack Grenville; I’m a six foot two guy with wide shoulders, a fairly sturdy build and a tanned complexion. While I’m not a body-builder, I do work out so I’m pretty muscled with good definition, especially when I wear a t-shirt one size too small. I have sandy, blonde hair kept short but long enough that the natural waviness shows through, my eyes are pale blue and my face, while no Adonais, is enough to attract most girls attention, and even a few guys. I’m bisexual and have had a few sexual experiences with both men and women, I prefer women but if the right guy attracts my attention then I won’t turn them down. I’m not claiming to be the best in bed but I haven’t had any complaints so far.

I’m 19 years old, live in a small town in Iowa, USA and while my family isn’t huge, it is safe to say that they take up a fair few of the town’s population. As such I’m fairly close to them all, my cousins especially. I’m an only child but the family kind of owns and lives in one of the suburban streets rather than the individual houses that make it up so I’ve never really felt like I didn’t have siblings.

The street in question is a cul-de-sac, starting from the left as you look in is my aunt and her husband’s house; they have two children. Next is my other aunt’s house, she has no husband but two daughters my age, they’re twins and I’ve always felt they were more sisters than cousins. The next house is the one my mother and father own, and where I live while next to that in the middle of the cul-de-sac is my uncle’s house. His wife died in child birth and he’s never really gotten over it, he lives there with my other cousins, his sons. After them comes my grandparent’s house, they live with one of my uncles, he’s a bit messed up mentally and they look after him there. The other two houses belong to my twin aunts. The first lives with her husband and two sons and daughter. My other aunt, Claire, has never had any long term partners but through them all she has had a string of children, all but two of them are living with their fathers, the two that remain are my cousin Zoe and her twin brother Zac, both of whom are 18. My aunt is kind of ignored by the rest of the family so we don’t see that much of her and Zoe and Zac spend a lot of their time away from the street so I’m not that close to them.

I mention this all because it explains a lot about how the events I’m relating occurred and why. You see every year the family would all go on holiday at the same time, between June and July to a resort in Florida that we booked and it was that time of year again so everyone was preparing to leave just like every other year, everyone that is except me. I was due to start College in September and had to take some extra classes as part of a scholarship, it was all very red-tape and bureaucracy and had something to do with a class I’d missed at school the previous year.

As such I was the only one that had to stay behind and so I was asked to mind the street while everyone was away. Essentially I was to feed the pets, keep the place relatively clean and air out the houses every-so-often. It wasn’t going to be any great hassle so I agreed.

The morning of the holiday arrived with the usual chaos that accompanied our family doing anything together but eventually everything had been packed into the various cars and everyone had set off. I had stood at the end of the street and waved them off and now that they were gone the street looked eerily deserted. Shrugging away the creepy feeling I pulled the collection of keys I’d been given out of my pocket and approached the first house intending to check them all to see that nothing had been left unattended that shouldn’t have been.

By the time I’ve got to Claire’s house I’ve had to switch off an oven, unplug a pair of straighteners and switch a tap off so walking up the steps to their house I’m expecting something equally as trivial. I unlock the door and make my way to the back of the house and start a systematic search but when I get to the first floor I start to hear a noise coming from Zoe’s room, I start to head towards it thinking that she must have left the TV on but as I get closer I realise that the sounds aren’t from your average TV programme.

The door is ajar enough that I can see into the room from out in the hall and what I see stops me in my tracks. On the bed, it’s covers thrown back and with only a couple of pillow remaining to support her back is Zoe. She is completely naked and I can see the full length of her as she lies there gasping and groaning with pleasure as Zac, also naked and slightly sweating, thrusts his member deep into his sisters womanhood.

The world freezes and I see them both there, Zoe, tall and thin, a gymnasts body with neat, curved breasts, a smooth flat stomach and cleanly shaved mound. Her hair, red like fire, and cut to the just past the shoulders is messy and distorted against the pillow while her eyes are squeezed shut, her face looking towards the ceiling so that I can see the slight amount of moisture around the nostrils of her round, rabbit-like nose and her lips glistening even as she bites the lower one showing an emotion akin to ecstasy. Her neck, shoulders and arms are also glistening with sweat even as her arms reach up to her brother pulling him towards her the light shifting slightly so that I can see the tan lines around the groin and breasts.

In the same way I see Zac kneeling on the bed, his footballer’s body looming over the smaller frame of his sister. I see the rippling muscles in his back and thighs as he thrusts and the veins in his arms stand up slightly against the muscles as he holds himself above her. His hair, clipped short and of the same red as his sisters is wet against his head, soaked with sweat and his breathing is short and powerful, his entire energies focused on servicing Zoe. His eyes, a brilliant green, stare intently at her body and his mouth, open, teeth bared in an almost animal lust is dribbling spit onto her stomach. His six pack rhythmically moves in and out, along with his member. I watch as the rod, surrounded by a forest of red hair, moves its eight inches in and out of her hole, keeping time with the beat of their pulses.

I watch this scene for several seconds feeling the heat coming from the room and slowly back out so that they won’t be able to see me but so that I can still get a full view of them.